Okay so I realized that there are almost no stories about the Glitterati twins, so I decided to write one.
Jaryn sat in the gloomy, vintage living room in the Glitterati skyscraper. She scrolled through the documents on her laptop in bewilderment. Her cold grey eyes fixed on the screen in the ominous darkness of the room. She was troubled. Kerith slowly approached her.
"What is troubling you sister?" He asked as he took a seat beside his identical twin on the black leather sofa.
"Brother look at all of these posts about us!" Jaryn started; words filled with anger, "They all say we are harsh, a-and rude! Brother are we really…..u-unapproachable?" Kerith stared at his sister with a misunderstanding look on his face. Jaryn slumped over and sighed deeply. Kerith took the laptop and scrolled through the comments to see for himself.
"We-we must repair our reputation somehow, I mean, all of the other crew are….loved," She gulped hard as she spoke her frustrated words, "I don't want to be cold and harsh anymore. I-I wan to be….what's the word? Um…"
"Adored?" Kerith cut in, still confused by the situation.
"Yes! Exactly! Adored, admired, envied, treasured, yes!" Jaryn exclaimed, jumping up off the couch.
"And how do you suppose we do that dear sister?" Kerith asked, flummoxed.
"We'll just need some advice from all of the other crews, they're all so popular. Surely they can help us," Jaryn said confidently. Kerith raised an eyebrow at his sister.
"And I know just who to talk to first!" Jaryn's sullen frown lit up into a huge smile.